All Chapters of THE MAFIA'S FORGOTTEN SON: Chapter 21
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Chapter Twenty-One – The Wolf Meets the Viper
Denilson raised his pistol over the table, firing into the smoke. Two masked soldiers fell, but three more stormed in behind them, Beside him, Jenna clutched the pistol she’d taken at the docks, her hands trembling. Her eyes were wide, but there was no room for fear now.“Shoot if they come close,” Denilson barked, She nodded, lips pressed tight, trying to keep the panic from breaking her.Marcus moved like a shadow, calm amidst the storm. His revolver thundered once, twice, each shot precise, each body falling clean. He reloaded with the ease of a man sipping wine, his eyes sharp, calculating.But even his precision could not stop the tide, The soldiers were everywhere, And then, the gunfire faltered.A whistle cut through the storm, The masked men held fire, Silence spread like oil, broken only by the groans of the wounded and the drip of blood from shattered rafters.Denilson peered over the table, chest heaving, That was when he saw him, The hooded figure stepped through the smoke
Chapter Twenty-Two – Ashes of the Wolf
The warehouse screamed as the fire consumed it. Beams groaned, walls split, the air thick with smoke so dense it burned the lungs raw, “MOVE!” Marcus roared through the chaos, dragging two bleeding soldiers toward the exit.But Denilson didn’t move. His boots held fast to the floor, his eyes locked on the prisoners chained at the far wall. Their faces were blackened with soot, their bodies trembling, but their eyes God, their eyes begged.Save us, Jenna coughed, tugging at his arm. “Denilson, we have to go! The whole place is collapsing!” Flames licked the rafters above. Sparks rained down like a storm of fire. The heat was suffocating, sweat pouring down his face, mixing with blood.But the chains. The voices. His father’s men, He couldn’t leave them, “Stay low,” he growled, shoving Jenna toward the exit. “Go with Marcus.” Her eyes widened in horror. “No. No, I won’t leave you!”, Denilson grabbed her shoulders, his grip iron. “Go, Jenna! I said go!”Tears streaked her ash covered fac
Chapter Twenty-Three – Baptized in Fire
So this is it, he thought, rage flickering against the pull of oblivion. Burned alive, while Victor laughs in the dark, He tried to push the beam. His muscles screamed, veins bursting. The steel didn’t move. His body sagged back, breath rattling.The fire closed in, “DENILSON!” Jenna’s voice tore through the chaos, raw, desperate, Through the haze, he saw her struggling against Marcus’s grip at the doorway, her arms flailing as she tried to reach him.“Let me go! He’ll die!” she screamed, Marcus’s voice was iron.“He’ll die if you run into that fire. Stay back!”,But Denilson saw something then not the cold, distant woman who once mocked him. Her eyes burned with terror, with something else he hadn’t seen in years, She doesn’t want me to die.With a roar, he pushed again. Blood vessels burst in his arms, the beam shifting by an inch, Not enough. The fire roared higher, licking closer. His skin blistered, the heat cooking him alive, And then a hand seized his shoulder.Marcus, The old
Chapter Twenty-Four – The Wolf’s First Howl
“DOWN!” Denilson roared, dragging Jenna to the ground. He rolled, snapping off shots, felling one soldier, then another. The recoil tore at his burned hands, but he didn’t stop, Marcus was already moving, revolver flashing, his aim merciless. “Push left! Don’t cluster they’ll cut us down like dogs!”But chaos reigned. The freed prisoners stumbled, some too weak to even crawl. Denilson’s surviving lieutenants shouted orders, but panic drowned them out. Men clutched each other, sobbing, rifles shaking in their hands.Victor’s forces advanced in formation, a black wall moving through the firelight. Their boots struck the ground like a drumbeat, relentless, unbroken.Victor himself walked behind them, calm, almost leisurely, his smile gleaming in the inferno’s glow, “You can’t run, wolf,” he called, his voice cutting through the chaos. “Your fire is ash. Your men are broken. Surrender, and I’ll even make it quick.”Denilson’s blood thundered.He looked at the wreck of his forces, the wou
Chapter Twenty-Five – The Wolf Bleeds
Blood, Hot, sticky, endless. It poured from Denilson’s chest, soaking his shirt, burning against his skin. His lungs seized, every breath shallow, sharp, like drowning in fire. The battlefield blurred. Firelight smeared with shadows, screams melted into thunder.Above him, Jenna dropped to her knees, hands pressed against his wound, her face a mask of horror, “No, no, no don’t you dare leave me!” she cried, her palms slick with his blood. “Stay with me, Denilson!”He tried to speak, but only blood bubbled at his lips. His hand rose, trembling, catching her wrist. His eyes locked on hers, He saw fear. Regret. And something else something she had buried deep for years, now blazing in her tears.Don’t… cry, he mouthed, Her sob broke. “I won’t let you die!”Gunfire roared around them, Marcus stood like a fortress, revolver spitting flames, his voice booming over the chaos, “Protect the heir! Form a wall around him!”The wolves, battered and broken, rallied. They dragged Denilson behind a
Chapter Twenty-Six – Blood Oath
Darkness, It pressed heavy, endless, suffocating. Somewhere far off, a voice called his name sometimes Jenna’s desperate cry, sometimes Marcus’s gruff bark, sometimes a stranger’s iron command, Denilson clawed against the void. Each breath was fire. Each heartbeat a thunderclap.Then light, He jolted awake with a ragged gasp. His chest burned like molten iron, every rib screaming, but he lived, Canvas rippled above him. The smell of smoke, blood, and herbs filled his nostrils, His hand twitched against rough blankets.A low, familiar voice rumbled beside him, “Took your damn time waking, boy.” Denilson turned his head with effort. Marcus sat at his side, coat torn, face bruised, but alive. His revolver rested across his knees, as if even here, in this makeshift tent, he refused to rest.“Where…?” Denilson’s voice was a rasp, “Safe enough,” Marcus muttered. “Roland’s men dragged us clear. A hidden camp, north ridge. You’ll live, though the medic swears you danced with the Reaper.”Deni
Chapter Twenty-Seven – Siege at the Ridge
The ridge trembled with the thunder of boots, Gunfire split the night, bullets ripping into the wooden barricades Roland’s men had thrown together. Shouts rang out, steel clashed, wolves roared back in defiance.Denilson staggered from the tent, bandages soaked through with fresh blood. Every step was agony, but he forced himself into the firelit chaos, Men turned at once. Their eyes widened at the sight of him upright, weapon in hand, his face pale but burning with fury.“The heir lives!” someone shouted, A ragged cheer rose through the camp, but it was drowned by another volley of gunfire. Victor’s men swarmed from the trees, their rifles blazing, their numbers overwhelming. The wolves fired back, but the line bent, cracked, broke.Jenna rushed to Denilson’s side, pistol shaking in her grip. “You shouldn’t be standing”, Denilson cut her off, his voice iron despite the blood at his lips, “If I fall now, we all die.”Roland stormed to his side, his scarred face fierce, his blade dripp
Chapter Twenty-Eight – The Third Banner
A serpent coiled around a crown, His blood chilled, The Castillos, Not allies. Rivals. Another dynasty clawing for the same throne. And now they had chosen this battlefield to bare their fangs.“Marcus!” Denilson barked, dragging in a ragged breath, The old wolf cursed under his breath, reloading with steady hands. “Bloody Castillos. Vultures, the lot of them. Came to feast while we’re half-dead.”Jenna’s pistol cracked, dropping another of Victor’s men. She turned, her face pale. “Are they with us or against us?”, Denilson’s chest heaved, blood soaking his bandages. His grip on his rifle shook, but his voice cut through the chaos.“They’re never with us. Only with themselves.”Roland appeared at his side, his blade dripping, his eyes sharp,“We hold until they show their hand,” Roland growled. “If they strike Victor, let them. If they strike us, we gut them where they stand.”The Castillos’ riders thundered closer, their rifles spitting fire, cutting through Victor’s retreating men. S
Chapter Twenty-Nine – Duel of the Heirs
Denilson barely twisted in time. Steel split his shoulder, hot blood spraying across his chest, The wolves roared from behind the barricades, but none dared step forward. Marcus’s curses echoed, Roland’s growl rumbled, Jenna screamed his name but all of it blurred into noise.This was not a battle, This was judgment, Alejandro pressed in, his strikes merciless, precise, each blow meant to cripple. “You bleed too easily, wolf,” he sneered, his eyes black and cold. “You are no heir only a shadow of a dead man.”Denilson’s teeth clenched. His knife trembled in his grip, his lungs burned, his vision swam. Every strike he blocked tore him closer to collapse, But beneath the pain, a fire smoldered.He thought of the years he had spent in chains of ridicule. The nights spent alone, unloved. The sacrifices wasted on a woman who spat on his devotion. The sneers of her family, the laughter of men who thought him weak.He thought of Victor’s bullet. The blood in his chest. The shame of falling,
Chapter Thirty – Between Life and Death
Blood, So much blood, It poured from Denilson’s stomach in a river, pooling black in the dirt. His breaths came in wet gasps, each weaker than the last, his eyes glassy as if the night sky itself had swallowed him.Jenna pressed both hands against the wound, sobbing, her voice raw. “Don’t you leave me not now, not like this!” Her palms slipped, crimson covering her arms, her dress, her face. “Stay with me, Denilson! Please!”Marcus barked orders around them, his revolver raised, his voice thunder. “Form a circle! No one touches him, you hear me?!”, The wolves staggered into position, their bodies shaking, battered, bloodied, but still obeying. Their rifles lifted, their eyes wild with fear and fury.Roland knelt at Denilson’s other side, his scarred face hard, his hands surprisingly steady. He tore strips of cloth, pressing them to the wound with ruthless efficiency, “He’s fading,” Roland growled. “If we don’t move now, he’s gone.”Jenna’s head snapped up, her eyes blazing through tea